She made to be momoko.
young and pretty,
a thin bunny girl, fresh from school, going to explore her life,
going to make her view wider than her little eye.
but somehow in the middle of the night,
she refuse to be her.
she refuse that she is a bunny girl.
momoko leave herself.
looking for another cotton body to fit her soul.
i'm a little tired
until the story being told here.
she is empty. have no soul since momoko left her.
she is just one pretty bunny filled with cotton, full of needle's pinch,
have no name after all.
as a creator of her, i wish she have a soul sooner.
while i looking at her sitting beside my window everyday.
every story need a twist.
well ya, we have a little twistie here : )
to be continue...
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